Something like sentimentality
shakes the house frame;
our watery past seeping
into the sub-floors again.
Yes, the floorboards are fortified—
the fourth basement especially
well-shored for surviving rough weather—
but a shuttering is off-putting
in any kind of jamb.
Is it fog out our window,
is it heat coming on,
is it settling into the creaks
and thumps of posterity?
A sleepy pillow shoved
at the bottom of the door
and, never mind, it was just
a little ole exorcism anyway.
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Under the bones of the sky she splinters into inadequate words
2 comments:
I like your "house settling" metaphor, Lady Bones. Glad to hear you've weathered "a little ole exorcism."
Over at my place you can learn how to lay claim to your "peculiar aristocratic title." Know how you love those playful memes.
Glad you liked it. Thanks. (Oh, and I do so love those memes.)
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